There’s a foreboding in my soul. I see figures, dark figures, moving towards me. I know I should run. Still, I stand rooted to the spot. I can’t move. I try to lift a foot to place in front of the other, but my limbs refuse to listen. As if in a dream, as if … More I should have run.
I’m lying in my blanket. I’m thinking about everything, and then nothing at once. I wonder how nice it will be to die right now. Just leave everything be. Go out slow, deep breathing, warm. Not having to fight something, for once. Not having to worry about being inadequate, wrong, terrible. Not having to have … More Being
It’s one of those days. It rained. Poured. It was a beautiful, beautiful morning. The kind where you just breathe in and all problems seem solved. The kind where everything seems glorious and everyone a friend. But I feel like shit. It’s one of those days. There are things to look forward to. Times I … More It’s one of those days
Wage a war
Rise, run, fight. (….) … More Run, whirlwind, run